As a high level executive, I work very long hours. I am a total professional, conservative, hardworking, prim and proper. My entire clothing wardrobe is tailored, expensive and high quality. My entire life is careful and deliberate, including my private life. My social circle is chosen carefully to network both the business and myself. I am always in control -- of myself and of the situation.
The fantasy always involved being sexually out of control -- to be the plaything rather than the player. I needed to be sexually used. I wanted to dress in the most disgustingly whorish outfit I could find and get myself fucked beyond reason. I wanted it hot, nasty and crude- the total opposite of my refined lifestyle. I decided it was time to make it a reality.
I deliberated over placing an ad for months. I read a lot of websites first before choosing the swinger site on which I'd place my ad. I posted a racy pic and just a few lines describing what I wanted -- a group of men to fuck me until I'm raw. No lovemaking or tender foreplay. No cuddle. I wanted to be a whore for a night.
The ad brought 100's of invitations, most of which were completely inappropriate. The most promising of the first wave of responses came from David -- a man in his 50's representing a group of friends who'd talked about hiring a prostitute for the final NASCAR Championship race.
First Meeting
Our first meeting was at 7 and I was running late. My 30 minute meeting at 4:30pm had stretched into a 2 hour meeting. I pulled into Applebees parking lot at 7:05pm feeling irritable and flustered. I hated being late. On the way over I touched up my makeup, tousled my hair, ditched the suit jacket and unbuttoned my blouse a little more to show some cleavage. I had worn a blouse that was a bit translucent and my white lace bra was just barely visible underneath. I took a moment to look at my reflection in the car window and pull myself together. I took a deep breath and put my shoulders back to get myself back in control.
David looked exactly like his picture and was easy to find at the bar. "David?" I put my hand on his shoulder to make sure he heard me over the din.
"Jacqueline! You made it." He looked me right in the eye.
"Were you waiting long?" I asked.
"Not long." He looked me up and down, not in a leering way at all, but in that way nice men do when they see something they like.
David was instantly likable in that hard working blue collar class kind of way. Within 5 minutes I knew his friends and I would get along just fine. We went over a few ground rules. Boring things like whether or not they could take pics, who would supply the condoms and pay for the room and what my limits were. To me, the conversation was more like a business transaction than a discussion of the debased night of fucking we both hoped would be the product of this meeting. By the time we wrapped up the negotiations, however, David was having a difficult time looking at my face rather than my tits.
It was obvious he wanted to reach out and take a tit in his hand but nice men don't do that sort of thing in public. I leaned toward him over the table. "Would you like a preview?" I whispered. He shook his head like he'd thought he'd misheard. I smiled at him and teased a finger down my breast bone in a way that was not too overly obvious to anyone but him. He hesitated but then nodded his head.
10 minutes later we had the key to a room at the Motel 6 next door -- a hotel frequented by rented women. He was unsure of himself - nice men would be. I stripped down to my bra and panties and pushed myself up against him. "Fuck me," I said in his ear as I reached down to find the soft bulge in his pants.
Nature quickly took over and in the next 20 minutes he had fucked every one of my holes as thoroughly as one man can. 10 minutes later I was walking to my car - the address and time of the party recorded in my Blackberry.
The Party
Finally the day had come. I had scheduled my afternoon open and had spent the last 5 hours readying myself for the fulfillment to come. I had been manicured, pedicured, smooth shaven, waxed and perfumed. A washable tramp stamp had been applied to the small of my back by a helpful friend earlier in the day. My nude reflection screamed 'slut'.
My clothing, acquired from an adult internet site, only accentuated the part - a really cheap looking hot pink bra and thong, a stretchy bright pink dress that barely covered my breasts and came to mid thigh. It was just long enough so that when I bent fully over my slit would be just barely covered. I completed the look with a matching pink fishnet thigh high hose and chunky clear 6" heels.
David called about an hour ago from room 205 at Embassy Suites wanting to know if 8 was too many. Certainly not! I thought about the experience to come. 8 cocks poking at me, 16 hands grabbing at me, and 16 eyes watching me descend to the depths of sluttery. My fantasy played itself in my mind and readied my body for what was to come.
The drive to the hotel took about 20 minutes. By the time I got to the hotel, my body had already begun to sweat and my tight little box was wet in anticipation. I parked near a side entrance and quickly made my way to the elevator hoping to avoid being seen by anyone. Room 205 was right near the elevator on the second floor. I had waited so long for this and now it was happening so fast. Maybe I should have had second thoughts but it never occurred to me to turn back now.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A large black man opened it and looked me up and down greedily. "You Jacqueline?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied.
And then I was in the room, the door closed and locked behind me. The room was filled with men. The table in the eating area was full of snacks and various alcohol and beer bottles. The NASCAR race was on the television, which was quickly turned off. I looked into the bedroom part of the suite and saw a tripod with a camera and an extra light on a pole. On the floor next to it was a bowl full of condoms and a pump bottle of lubricant. A porn producer could not have set the stage any better.
A couple of the men stood up but made no motion toward me. All of the men seemed frozen as if they didn't know what to do. There was a lot of tension in the room. These guys obviously had never done anything like this before, and although I'd had threesomes before, it was never anything like this.
The fantasy and the way the stage was set required jumping right into the sex. Something had to be done to break the ice and I decided it was up to me. I set my purse down next to the TV cabinet and took a couple of steps to stand in front of the big black man who had let me in.
I stood up against him and put my hand on his chest and looked up into his face, using the façade I had built for business to cover my nervousness. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Tyrone," he replied, smiling down at me. I moved my hand down over his sweatpants and found the bulge of his flaccid dick and what felt to be big loose hanging balls. He backed up half a step but I didn't move my hand away from his pants. Instead I lowered myself so that I was crouching on my big heels and my mouth was level with his crotch. I knew the view the men had behind me. My hot pink dress was tight over my firm ass and my barely covered slit was hanging in mid air. I knew they would be straining to catch the slightest view and the thought of it made me eager to get to the waiting cocks.
I put my hands on the outside of Tyrone's thighs to steady myself and I ran my mouth over his bulge through his pants, teasing it to life. He groaned and leaned forward pushing his hips toward me. I moved both my hands to his waistband and pulled his pants and boxers down to free his growing cock. It bounced obscenely in my face in a way that commanded me to suck it. I pulled his pants all the way down and he stepped out of them.
I squatted there in front of him, hungrily taking in the huge black toy bobbing in front of me. Eager to play with it, reached up and grasped it in my right hand. The monster was more than 2 palms in length and so big around I could not close my entire hand around it. With my other hand I pulled him toward me so that his balls danced over my face. I took one nut into my mouth and played with it, sucking it lightly and letting his big black manhood lay over my face.
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"She's gonna poke her fucking eye out" someone said, and laughter filled the room as the awkwardness and tension broke slightly.
I put the other nut in my mouth and sucked them both, rolling them around in there. He twitched them on my tongue and his dick grew even bigger on my face. I tongued my way up his meaty shaft and slowly worked his enormous head into my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head and started slowly pushing his way in. I had never swallowed dick this big. His head alone filled up my entire mouth. I changed my stance, changed my breathing and loosened up my throat so he could slide his way down. He worked his way in until my nose was buried in his soft and fragrant pubic hair.
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Tyrone pulled my head back by my hair forcing me to look up into his face, my own face still full of his enormous dick. "You want more dick, Bitch?" he asked.
I grunted yes and nodded my head as he began to extract his cock. I was so turned on by the fact this man understood the part I wanted to play.
He inched his dick down my throat one more time and held my head firmly against him for a few moments, gagging me just a little in the process. "Choke on it, bitch." Tyrone said softly as I gagged a little more.
I could hear belts and zippers being undone as the other men began to free themselves. As Tyrone buried himself into my throat for the third time I sensed the breathing of the silent but watchful men behind me change and I knew they were stroking themselves. Once more I completely swallowed Tyrone and took in the heady aroma of his groin as I buried my nose in his pubes. As he pulled out this time I purposely allowed a thin thread of spit to connect the emerged head of his dick to my tongue and then twirled my tongue to break it.
"Damn, girl", one of the men behind me said.
I stood up slowly, arching my back for maximum rear effect and kissing my way up Tyrone's body as I did so. I gave Tyrone a deep kiss so he could taste his dick on my mouth before turning around to face the rest of the men. All but one had their dicks in their hands. I was still in control but the horny factor in the room was going up fast. I knew with a little more teasing the group would be unstoppable and I would be able to lose all control to them.
I walked over to what seemed the oldest in the group, the one who didn't have his dick out. He sat in a dining chair in a wide stance. He could be anyone's dad -- the wedding ring clearly visible, a bit of a beer belly, salt and pepper flat top. The poor man was trying very hard not to look terrified and probably thinking "what the hell am I doing here". I boldly sat back in his lap sideways and put my arms around his neck.
"What is your name?" I asked him, smiling.
"Bo." He said nervously.
"Well Bo, honey, do you want to fuck me?" I asked as I began to lightly kiss his cheek. The poor man couldn't answer but only cleared his throat. I took his hand and guided it up the outside of my tight dress, up to my right tit. With a little encouragement he began to feel my boobs on his own.
"Bo hasn't had any in so long he don't know what to do with it" someone said.
"Fuck you, Larry!" Bo shot back. As if to prove Larry wrong, Bo shifted me around so I was straddling him and he could get both hands on my tits. He began to molest my boobs with his hands as I slowly gyrated in his lap. His tanned hands set against the bright pink of my dress caused me to catch my breath a little. After a few moments, my nipples were straining to be free of clothing and I decided to let Bo have the first view.
The fantasy always involved being sexually out of control -- to be the plaything rather than the player. I needed to be sexually used. I wanted to dress in the most disgustingly whorish outfit I could find and get myself fucked beyond reason. I wanted it hot, nasty and crude- the total opposite of my refined lifestyle. I decided it was time to make it a reality.
I deliberated over placing an ad for months. I read a lot of websites first before choosing the swinger site on which I'd place my ad. I posted a racy pic and just a few lines describing what I wanted -- a group of men to fuck me until I'm raw. No lovemaking or tender foreplay. No cuddle. I wanted to be a whore for a night.
The ad brought 100's of invitations, most of which were completely inappropriate. The most promising of the first wave of responses came from David -- a man in his 50's representing a group of friends who'd talked about hiring a prostitute for the final NASCAR Championship race.
First Meeting
Our first meeting was at 7 and I was running late. My 30 minute meeting at 4:30pm had stretched into a 2 hour meeting. I pulled into Applebees parking lot at 7:05pm feeling irritable and flustered. I hated being late. On the way over I touched up my makeup, tousled my hair, ditched the suit jacket and unbuttoned my blouse a little more to show some cleavage. I had worn a blouse that was a bit translucent and my white lace bra was just barely visible underneath. I took a moment to look at my reflection in the car window and pull myself together. I took a deep breath and put my shoulders back to get myself back in control.
David looked exactly like his picture and was easy to find at the bar. "David?" I put my hand on his shoulder to make sure he heard me over the din.
"Jacqueline! You made it." He looked me right in the eye.
"Were you waiting long?" I asked.
"Not long." He looked me up and down, not in a leering way at all, but in that way nice men do when they see something they like.
David was instantly likable in that hard working blue collar class kind of way. Within 5 minutes I knew his friends and I would get along just fine. We went over a few ground rules. Boring things like whether or not they could take pics, who would supply the condoms and pay for the room and what my limits were. To me, the conversation was more like a business transaction than a discussion of the debased night of fucking we both hoped would be the product of this meeting. By the time we wrapped up the negotiations, however, David was having a difficult time looking at my face rather than my tits.
It was obvious he wanted to reach out and take a tit in his hand but nice men don't do that sort of thing in public. I leaned toward him over the table. "Would you like a preview?" I whispered. He shook his head like he'd thought he'd misheard. I smiled at him and teased a finger down my breast bone in a way that was not too overly obvious to anyone but him. He hesitated but then nodded his head.
10 minutes later we had the key to a room at the Motel 6 next door -- a hotel frequented by rented women. He was unsure of himself - nice men would be. I stripped down to my bra and panties and pushed myself up against him. "Fuck me," I said in his ear as I reached down to find the soft bulge in his pants.
Nature quickly took over and in the next 20 minutes he had fucked every one of my holes as thoroughly as one man can. 10 minutes later I was walking to my car - the address and time of the party recorded in my Blackberry.
The Party
Finally the day had come. I had scheduled my afternoon open and had spent the last 5 hours readying myself for the fulfillment to come. I had been manicured, pedicured, smooth shaven, waxed and perfumed. A washable tramp stamp had been applied to the small of my back by a helpful friend earlier in the day. My nude reflection screamed 'slut'.
My clothing, acquired from an adult internet site, only accentuated the part - a really cheap looking hot pink bra and thong, a stretchy bright pink dress that barely covered my breasts and came to mid thigh. It was just long enough so that when I bent fully over my slit would be just barely covered. I completed the look with a matching pink fishnet thigh high hose and chunky clear 6" heels.
David called about an hour ago from room 205 at Embassy Suites wanting to know if 8 was too many. Certainly not! I thought about the experience to come. 8 cocks poking at me, 16 hands grabbing at me, and 16 eyes watching me descend to the depths of sluttery. My fantasy played itself in my mind and readied my body for what was to come.
The drive to the hotel took about 20 minutes. By the time I got to the hotel, my body had already begun to sweat and my tight little box was wet in anticipation. I parked near a side entrance and quickly made my way to the elevator hoping to avoid being seen by anyone. Room 205 was right near the elevator on the second floor. I had waited so long for this and now it was happening so fast. Maybe I should have had second thoughts but it never occurred to me to turn back now.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A large black man opened it and looked me up and down greedily. "You Jacqueline?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied.
And then I was in the room, the door closed and locked behind me. The room was filled with men. The table in the eating area was full of snacks and various alcohol and beer bottles. The NASCAR race was on the television, which was quickly turned off. I looked into the bedroom part of the suite and saw a tripod with a camera and an extra light on a pole. On the floor next to it was a bowl full of condoms and a pump bottle of lubricant. A porn producer could not have set the stage any better.
A couple of the men stood up but made no motion toward me. All of the men seemed frozen as if they didn't know what to do. There was a lot of tension in the room. These guys obviously had never done anything like this before, and although I'd had threesomes before, it was never anything like this.
The fantasy and the way the stage was set required jumping right into the sex. Something had to be done to break the ice and I decided it was up to me. I set my purse down next to the TV cabinet and took a couple of steps to stand in front of the big black man who had let me in.
I stood up against him and put my hand on his chest and looked up into his face, using the façade I had built for business to cover my nervousness. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Tyrone," he replied, smiling down at me. I moved my hand down over his sweatpants and found the bulge of his flaccid dick and what felt to be big loose hanging balls. He backed up half a step but I didn't move my hand away from his pants. Instead I lowered myself so that I was crouching on my big heels and my mouth was level with his crotch. I knew the view the men had behind me. My hot pink dress was tight over my firm ass and my barely covered slit was hanging in mid air. I knew they would be straining to catch the slightest view and the thought of it made me eager to get to the waiting cocks.
I put my hands on the outside of Tyrone's thighs to steady myself and I ran my mouth over his bulge through his pants, teasing it to life. He groaned and leaned forward pushing his hips toward me. I moved both my hands to his waistband and pulled his pants and boxers down to free his growing cock. It bounced obscenely in my face in a way that commanded me to suck it. I pulled his pants all the way down and he stepped out of them.
I squatted there in front of him, hungrily taking in the huge black toy bobbing in front of me. Eager to play with it, reached up and grasped it in my right hand. The monster was more than 2 palms in length and so big around I could not close my entire hand around it. With my other hand I pulled him toward me so that his balls danced over my face. I took one nut into my mouth and played with it, sucking it lightly and letting his big black manhood lay over my face.
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"She's gonna poke her fucking eye out" someone said, and laughter filled the room as the awkwardness and tension broke slightly.
I put the other nut in my mouth and sucked them both, rolling them around in there. He twitched them on my tongue and his dick grew even bigger on my face. I tongued my way up his meaty shaft and slowly worked his enormous head into my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head and started slowly pushing his way in. I had never swallowed dick this big. His head alone filled up my entire mouth. I changed my stance, changed my breathing and loosened up my throat so he could slide his way down. He worked his way in until my nose was buried in his soft and fragrant pubic hair.
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Tyrone pulled my head back by my hair forcing me to look up into his face, my own face still full of his enormous dick. "You want more dick, Bitch?" he asked.
I grunted yes and nodded my head as he began to extract his cock. I was so turned on by the fact this man understood the part I wanted to play.
He inched his dick down my throat one more time and held my head firmly against him for a few moments, gagging me just a little in the process. "Choke on it, bitch." Tyrone said softly as I gagged a little more.
I could hear belts and zippers being undone as the other men began to free themselves. As Tyrone buried himself into my throat for the third time I sensed the breathing of the silent but watchful men behind me change and I knew they were stroking themselves. Once more I completely swallowed Tyrone and took in the heady aroma of his groin as I buried my nose in his pubes. As he pulled out this time I purposely allowed a thin thread of spit to connect the emerged head of his dick to my tongue and then twirled my tongue to break it.
"Damn, girl", one of the men behind me said.
I stood up slowly, arching my back for maximum rear effect and kissing my way up Tyrone's body as I did so. I gave Tyrone a deep kiss so he could taste his dick on my mouth before turning around to face the rest of the men. All but one had their dicks in their hands. I was still in control but the horny factor in the room was going up fast. I knew with a little more teasing the group would be unstoppable and I would be able to lose all control to them.
I walked over to what seemed the oldest in the group, the one who didn't have his dick out. He sat in a dining chair in a wide stance. He could be anyone's dad -- the wedding ring clearly visible, a bit of a beer belly, salt and pepper flat top. The poor man was trying very hard not to look terrified and probably thinking "what the hell am I doing here". I boldly sat back in his lap sideways and put my arms around his neck.
"What is your name?" I asked him, smiling.
"Bo." He said nervously.
"Well Bo, honey, do you want to fuck me?" I asked as I began to lightly kiss his cheek. The poor man couldn't answer but only cleared his throat. I took his hand and guided it up the outside of my tight dress, up to my right tit. With a little encouragement he began to feel my boobs on his own.
"Bo hasn't had any in so long he don't know what to do with it" someone said.
"Fuck you, Larry!" Bo shot back. As if to prove Larry wrong, Bo shifted me around so I was straddling him and he could get both hands on my tits. He began to molest my boobs with his hands as I slowly gyrated in his lap. His tanned hands set against the bright pink of my dress caused me to catch my breath a little. After a few moments, my nipples were straining to be free of clothing and I decided to let Bo have the first view.